I have pushed, plied, & pried

Your features:

Rolling flat your edges

With Emotions, explanations, & elements

Which were never yours.

I have cobbled into existence a chimera:

Three dimensional man

Meets paper doll.

Pasting down the white paper tabs

With whisky whimsy

Over flaws or unknowns.

You, unrevealed man, have become a thing of fancy.

My folly.

I have built an Icon in your image

And I know it isn’t you.